Chapter 5
The sand felt soft and cold against my warm legs. It was beautiful, looking at the sun rise by the horizon. I could feel the smell of saltwater tickle in my nose and somehow I felt at home. "Yehey, this doesn't feel weird at all, talking to myself" I muttered looking down at the sand. Percy had said that sometimes he listened, Poseidon I mean, when you tried to talk to him by the sea or water. It was at least worth a shot. "I kind of need your help…" when I looked out at the sea nothing was different, the waves kept going like they used to and the water was the same. "Eldoris needing help that doesn't happen every day…but back to the point, I need your help to get to New York" maybe I didn't look as stupid as I felt, at least I hoped so. "How does it feel being a god? Not have to worry if your kids get good grades or not. If your kids get kicked out of every school they go to and don't know anything about their parents?" it all kind of fell out of me, all my anger. I took up a big sharp rock and throw it in the sea, watching it splash into thousands of mini waves.
I came late to breakfast. Food hadn't seemed so temping at the time but then my stomach started to do funny sounds and I had to go. Percy wasn't by the table and I couldn't see him anywhere near either. All the other tables where full with laughing kids. He was probably of with Annabeth somewhere. I sighed and started eating my breakfast alone.
After eating my breakfast alone I decided to go to the sea again. I didn't really know why but every time I got my hopes up that something would be different, but it never was. When I reached the beginning of the sea I saw something shimmer at the bottom. I reached my hand for it and when I picked it up I saw it was a necklace with seashell hanging on it. It was beautiful, not hat usually seashell you see on in the sand in Brooklyn. This was shimmering with a green light and was pure white. I looked at the back of it and saw a trident. "Τρίαινα" I said, not even understanding what was coming out of my mouth. It took only second and then it wasn't a seashell anymore, it was a sword. The sword was in silver and felt perfect in my hand. When I looked closer it had a trident on the handle. "Awesome, thanks dad, I think" I touched the trident and it grew smaller until it was just a necklace with a seashell hanging on it.